The end is near. The power of Chaos surges through the world like a surging undercurrent, dragging the entire Warhammer world into an endless abyss of darkness. On this shattered continent, once-glorious empires crumble, once-thriving towns lie in ruins, and the people struggle for survival in fear and despair. Upon traveling through time, Yi Shi is met with the gaze of Asha. Though the former world of Ashan has been destroyed, her divine power remains. Drawing on this strength, he sets out on a quest to save this fallen world and restore its glory.

Do you believe in the Imperial Truth? I admire the first person to make a deal with the Four Gods; they might even end up paralyzed on the toilet. Yellow-skinned man, when I build the Warp Pump, I'll definitely make you awaken. Those who awaken will eventually step down from the Golden Throne. Finally, let me say this: technology is accelerating! 'Solar Tomahawk', 'Thor Mech', 'Arc Generator', 'Hyperspace Rail', 'Warp Drive', 'Cybercles', 'Aether Phase Drive', 'The Reincarnation of the Om Messiah'. That's all—'Made in Stellaris!' Serious version: Leon, who traveled to the remote Warhammer of the M32 era, became a soulless being. With the knowledge he had gained from many other science fiction works before his travels, he transformed himself into a priest of the Mechanicum. While replicating the technologies of various other worlds in the Warhammer universe, he began to spread the light of reason brought by the truth and technology of the Empire in this cesspool of a universe. He punched the greenskins, kicked the Chaos, gathered the traitor legions, and reshaped the future of mankind... In theory, this is how it should have been. Looking at the closed gate of the Terra Palace in front of him, Leon said with tears in his eyes: "Open the door! I really am here to save the Emperor from the toilet!"

When Roland opened his eyes, he was stunned. There was no heaven or hell, only the hell of the hive city, smelling of engine oil and rust, and the numb report of the attendant: "My lord, the lower levels are out of food again." He started on a broken planet, his subjects so hungry that they gnawed on moss.

Fortunately, there is a cheat for time travel!

A screen flashed before my eyes: [Mission: Plant 1000 units of corn! Reward: Water Purification Blueprint!]

As Chaos warbands burn, slaughter, and plunder across the galaxy, as green-skinned orcs roar "Waaagh!", and as Tyranids devour the stars...

Governor Roland is leading his hungry ghost subjects in the iron ruins of the hive city: building high walls, storing grain, constructing warships, and slowly becoming king!

In the dark fortieth millennium, in the Purgatory Galaxy. "Didn't you say that I could take the template of the End to Beng Tieshuang? Can you explain to me why we are here!!!" "Didn't you say we were going to the Galaxy!!!" "But not this Galaxy, and aren't you Hyperion? Why are you jumping on the Star Train?" "Don't waste time. If we want to go back, we need to keep exploring new worlds and laying star tracks." "???" Looking at the crazy modified version of Hyperion, Zhou Ye fell into silence. . Then he looked at the golden flames behind him. After a brief silence, Zhou Ye said... "Run, run quickly, I don't want to be caught by the yellow-skinned guy. That guy wants me to be the emperor of mankind. Can't I just bypass the subspace and lay the tracks directly? Is it that serious?"

As a member of the ancient Dwarf race, how should he face the threats of Greenskins, Skaven and even the Chaos Gods, recapture the lost mountain fortress, retrieve the lost artifacts, and restore the glory of the Mountain Kingdom?

In the 40th millennium, humanity teeters on the brink of destruction, and the universe pervades with eternal war. Within the Warp, the Dark Gods whisper, engaging in their never-ending grand game, manipulating the course of fate. The unexpected arrival of a stranger unleashes a wave of change that deviates from the predetermined destiny. Doom Slayer! May your sword drink the blood of your enemies, and may your name resound throughout the universe.

After the failure of the Horus Heresy, the Chaos Legions retreated into the Eye of Terror. Among them, the Iron Warriors Legion's quickly raised troops, Peter and his brothers, broke away from the Legion and formed their own warband, the "Forged in Steel" Brothers.

"We are no longer 'hasty recruits,' no longer expendable, no longer Iron Warriors, no longer slaves to Perturabo. We are now the 'Forged in Steel' Brothers."

"And this is my battle axe, 'The Blood of Crassus.' The Blood of Crassus will have its vengeance.

[30k to 40k, some semi-apocryphal content, no female protagonist, loyalty, not a "wish fulfillment" story]"

Hermes: "Horus, my friend, death is not the end!"

"We were never soldiers... In their eyes, we were made to be the personification of rage. In their eyes, we must exist only for destruction. But we were once his companions. We were the ones he trusted. We were his advisors, his artisans. We were a glimpse of what this species could become if guided correctly, freed from its own malice and weakness. Of course, we were also taught how to fight. He knew that war was coming. It was a necessary step for ascension.

This is an age of humanity's resurgence! After countless trials and tribulations, a great being known as the Emperor is formally attempting to rebuild the glory of the human race. But on the other side of the material universe, the Chaos Gods have long since regarded humanity as their main course... In this dark and terrifying cosmos, the only future is war!

That is, until the soul of an ancient Terran, named Osiris, arrives in the Warhammer universe and into the body of Lycaeus. The threads of destiny begin to intertwine. Can this outsider turn the tide for a humanity whose fate is already sealed?

For now, Osiris knows nothing of this. He's staring blankly at the mining pick in his hand...

"Damn it, hasn't Corax's amniotic pod landed yet? I don't want to mine anymore!!!!" Sandman stares into the pitch-black mine and falls into a profound silence...

Darkness and despair are the bywords of this world, tormenting every living thing like a living hell. But this time, fate played a small trick, allowing a forgotten knight to be reborn with new life. Looking upon the suffering Imperium, the great Primarch of the Second Legion, the Knight of Knights, the Warmaster of Warmasters, Mordred, cried out loudly: "Father, I never wanted to betray you, but if we cannot save the Imperium from your mistakes, then let the galaxy burn!